Date: Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:18:35 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 33
Previously on Trio...oh heck, I'll just skip that part...
The green glowing snake formed out of mid air. Laughing evilly, in Nolo's
throne room, Demnos held his penis in his hands and swirled it and spun it.
As he did, the snake in the arena of dead bodies spun and twisted and
slinked out. Sole stood ready to strike with spear, which he recovered, and
sword. "Split up, make it go in different directions! Confuse it!"
Aoi held up a long knife and a sword while Pare held up the same. Pare
moved to the right of Sole while Aoi moved to the left, the areas they were
already in anyway. But it was over fast, too fast. The snake did the
opposite of what they expected. They expected it to thicken and get larger.
Instead, the body spread out more and more, becoming more and more clay
like. It solidified to a totally corporeal form, very solid and very
menacing. Yet, the body thinned out more and more...like a rope. Pare
snapped, "Confuse it! It's confusing me!"
Nolo laughed, "C'mon, do it, Demnos...c'mon...don't waste time..."
Not all the gladiator boys who were revolting were dead. Oh, many were.
Groaning their last in the escape exit tunnel, Garrett pinned beneath the
wrought iron gate spikes in his belly button and sides---just an appetizer
to the 15 spears that graced both the belly button alongside the gate spike
and the sword of one called Java in the same belly button (it was a BIG
BUTTON and Java's sword found the underneath part), and in the arena
itself. Some were just now getting their bellies sliced and diced. A few
fought on and on but even when they slew many guards and Thoros muscle
warriors, there were more and more to replace them. This wore down many of
the gladiator boys and they were, mostly, cut down easily when tired. In a
sector close to Nolo's wall and the snake near Trio, were that same small
band of Thai boys who jumped Balor. They were fighting valiantly, now armed
with weapons from their storage cell. Many soldier men were cut down by the
small Thai boys, who yelled when they fought and rejoiced loudly when they
stabbed down an enemy. And they cut down many. But by the time there were
only eight of them left...there were 15 spear boys in thongs pointing
spears at them, 7 Thoros warriors with swords, and 8 regular guards with
lances. One boy, Gung, had his sword knocked down by the tip of a spear.
He stood there proudly, small chest out, dark nipples in the wind.
Nolo called down, "Okay, okay, surrender you Thai boys or die, Thai." Nolo
laughed at his own joke, "No, really, I need some of you Thais in the arena
shows for the future..."
Gung said, "This all that to you, just another show."
Nu, a slender Thai boy, with short silky hair and almost no muscles but
smooth skin and tight tense veins in his neck, snarled, "It was a set up
from the beginning...we told on...we were told on!"
Ruai, another Thai, was behind Nu, his sword down, "We have to give up...we
cannot hold out against...."
Gung puffed his chest up, "We not surrender. Die to the last."
"As you wish..." Java, that yellow eyed gladiator boy, in yellow tights
which ended just above the knee, came over to them, laughing and he took
hold of one of the spearboy's spears and shoved...the tip was at Gung's
belly button already. Now it slid in. The fighting started again as Gung
bent and folded. Then he arched and flung himself back. He fell in a
harmpuph of noise. Java took hold of the spear, which lef t the poor spear
boy unprotected. Nu stuck his sword into the spearboy's belly.
Seven Thai boys, five were fighting overwhelmed. They fought on
bravely. Soon, even Ruai joined in and stabbed a few guards down. But as
the spearmen moved in, two Thai boys jabbed at one time into a Thoros, who
fell back onto five spears. The spearmen shook the giant man loose and he
fell yelping, "My own side, my own side....stabb't in the back...by my
own..."
"Shut up!" Java thunked his sword into the Thoros, who lay on his bleeding
back. The sword went into the guy's upper abs and Java dragged it down to
the navel and chunked it in. "Ahhh, the nice sound of crunching meat..."
He pulled it out and the Thoros yelled, "OW! Ah ah ah ah ah a."
Java moved in with his spear and sword and jabbed two more Thai boys in the
gut, one right after the other. The first boy was speared and the spear
removed right away. He fell with a yell that started off as a victory cry
as he stuck a too close spear boy in his belly button but now he died
quickly, the point hitting just the right spot to kill immediately. The
second Thai tried to get off the spear and almost did but Java was
unrelentless. He followed the kid's stomach as it lurched back, flexed and
bent up. Stabbed it in again good and ran full force. The spear went all
the way into the Thai's belly button and the larger part was out his
back. "C'mon! Kill em all! Think they can change the way we live!
Gladiators we are!"
Nolo looked down, "I like him, that one, Java is it?"
Under the throne, Yule said, "Yeah, that's him. He's bloodthirsty. I like
him."
"So I do, too," Nolo said.
A Thai boy tried to get to Java's side but Java side stabbed him and the
sword went just above the hip, slid and sliced until it got to the button
sideways. Java yelled and with a gleeful face and wide happy eyes in
obsession, jabbed in. The point went out the other side under the other
hip. Java used his spear shaft to knock the kid off his sword, "Fall filthy
trash...die like the scum you are." The kid yelled and flopped back and
shook, trying to get off his butt. He arched up and shot a load out of his
loin cloth.
Ruai stabbed under a spear and into the tight, thick belly of a freckled
spear boy. He felt joy at hearing the kid holler like a stuck pig and
removed his sword. He had to jump back as more and more spears came toward
him from the advancing spearboys. Gung finally died of his severe wound. He
released a long last gust of air. All the Thai boys but Nu and Ruai were
dead. A few tried to get up but didn't realize they were seconds from death
pain. They fell onto their stomachs and creamed in their loin cloths or
under the ground beneath. Ruai threw down his sword, and put his hands up,
"I give, I give...please..." Ruai looked at Nu, who had his sword knocked
from his hands by Java's sword. "Put your hands up...like...like this."
Nolo waved, "Surrender...huh? Good, I need at least one alive..." Nolo
eyed Java. Java smiled and nodded. They understood.
Ruai, hands up, sweated. Java stuck his spear deep into Ruai's belly button
start. "We need but one." Java twisted and the already twisted belly navel
of Ruai (it looked like two thumbs on the inside touching tip to tip and
had a thick wormy upper ridge and no lower ridge at all but a shallow
underbody) was twisted in and out. The ridge cut in and then as Java
laughed and wriggled his wrist, the navel innards came out and the outer
parts went in. And back again. "And you're not the one!"
Ruai gulped, "I...ughhhalll....no.....yeah....."
At first, Nu was horrified to see his friend's stabbing but then he saw
what was happening at the navel and his wide eyes grew wider in horror. But
he also saw Ruai's expression change...to one of wonderment and
fulfillment. Ruai looked down and at Java and then at Nu. Nu looked back
and they shared a knowledge of loving this moment. Of pain unheard of. Java
stuck, "You liking it, Thai boy. Die Thai boy! Knowing your friend will
live a little longer to fight in the arena again. Spill your belly navel
guts on the sand!" Java twisted. Nu smiled at Ruai who smiled back, both
wide eyed now. Ruai's chest puffed out as Nu's dick did.
Nu said, "Shit." Ruai realized just now that his arms and hands were still
up in a surrender. Ruai's belly button was mutilated enough for Java's
satisfaction, Java now jabbed the entire fleshy hanging mess back into Ruai
and shoved it and shoved it. He then raised the shaft up high, point down
and then did the opposite. Ruai felt it all and reacted to it all.
"You can't spill em, let me spill em," Java said, "You digging this, ain't
you, nip?"
Hands now on the spear, Ruai nodded yes to him as the spear judded out his
bare brown back. Java then whipped it out fast, taking pieces of the kid
out of him. Ruai stood there a moment. Java examined him. So did Nu and
Nolo and Yule and everyone else but Trio...for Trio was busy...at the same
time...
The snake head stood still in mid air above Trio. The middle of the snake
body drooped and as the Trio looked puzzled as what would be its next move,
the drooping sections whipped right at Sole and wrapped around his chest
and wrapped...and wrapped. Lower and lower until at least four rungs were
around him, his belly button stretched to the max as he flexed to try to
get out. And the body, formerly thin, now became thicker, pressing his
flesh. Pare and Aoi ran at Sole but found themselves also
wrapped...tight. They were hovered a few inches over the ground...
Java turned to watch Trio inert, then back to Ruai's hanging flesh at where
his button used to be. He smiled, "I like."
"I....do....too," Ruai shot off a load and it hit the guard next to
Java. Ruai then fell onto his belly and wiggled, his hands going to the
wound and digging in to make himself either die faster or...
...as Nu thought...to add to the pain feeling! Nu realized he still had his
hands up. Nolo saw other areas of the arena that resembled the Thai boy
fight and the endings were about the same but he saw more alive in each
group than were alive in the Thai boy group. "No, don't kill any more. They
have laid down their arms...those who didn't are laying down
themselves....bellies destroyed," Nolo breathed on his nails as he brought
his hands to his mouth, "...and gosh, I'm cumming....uhuhuuuh uhh uhhh
uhhhh...and uhh, I want some gladiators a-uhhhh-a-ahh-alive to die
later..."
Java stuck under Ruai's belly just to make sure his handiwork was done
there. Fuck, Java thought, even if he was dying or dead, he just wanted to
swivel his blade around in some hot boy meat flesh. Standing back upright,
Java looked at Nu and drew close, laying his cold sword on Nu's upper abs
and chest, "This is your lucky day, gay boy..." Java drew so close and
kissed Nu deeply, then broke this kiss and pushed Nu at the same time...to
the guards, "Take him to a cell..." Java walked over to the snake body and
saw Sole's struggling belly button, tight against the snake and then
loose...
Sole was in the middle of saying something to Pare and Aoi, "If you
loosen...you might be able..."
Java put his sword point right into Sole's inviting navel, "There's no
able, pretty boy, not for you and your two pals...you've all reached the
end of the line...my line which is my sword point...which..."
Sole pressed his belly button out so that he could feel Java's sword point
on it, "You talk too much, yellow eyes...I feel your point and it's dull
like you."
Pare and Aoi and most of the others in the arena on both sides,
laughed. Java gripped his sword hilt tighter and pressed... "NO!" Nolo
yelled out, "I want them to live. I need them to live!"
Yule, swallowing a load off Nolo's dick slit, put his hands up, "Sire, sir,
love, lover...." He said as he knew his voice was now attracting an angry
faced, red faced Nolo's attention to his direction, "Care giver...calm
down. You do not want them all to know..."
"I do not want Trio slain...." Nolo said, "As much as you want to....bring
them to my chambers immediately!!!! Immediately!"
Java stared only into Sole's blue eyes, "Your wish is my command, oh my
king." Java jabbed in a bit as he removed his sword next.
Sole laughed, "You were a gladiator boy. I saw you at the orgy..."
"It was not I who betrayed you...I merely changed my mind in the middle of
the battle..." Java sneered.
"Like a coward...." Sole said, "See which side is winning and change to
it."
"No, it's not like that..." Java said, getting close and licking one of
Sole's hard nipples, which were exposed between snake wraps. Java brought
up his face to Sole's lower jaw, "It's more like...I like being a gladiator
boy. I feel freedom in the slaying of other proud warriors..."
"Oh yeah," Sole smiled, "Like you did that unarmed, hands raised Thai boy."
"A dog who loved it in his belly button, a hole in a hole on a hole," Java
laughed.
Nolo called down, "Blondies, stop the chat! I want them now. And you, Java
is it? I want to speak with you."
"Yes," Java called.
"Let's go!" Beni and Jolo came up from a trap door, moving aside a dead
lug of a Thoros body, yellow belly gore trailing along the upper part of
the sand covering the trap door top. Jolo smiled at the belly ripped
Thoros. "Your handy work?"
"Well, his job was to cover our retreat and cover it he did," Jolo nodded.
Beni put a hand on Jolo's thick shoulder, "That he did. Let's help with the
clean up."
A guard boy, very young, was pulling the arms of another boy, a gladiator
boy who was wounded in his side. This gladiator boy was chest down, his
arms being pulled infront of him, "I can't walk."
"Then you will be pulled," the guard said, his bare stomach heaving with
excitement, "And I want to..."
"He's no good anymore," Jolo came over, reached his sword point down under
the wounded boy and made many movements with his wrist. The point severed
the kid's veins in his stomach and all around it. The kid seemed to jump,
belly down, butt up. His dick wheezed all over as he gasped and arched. He
fell back and the guard held the kid's arms, feeling the kid struggle with
life and death...and losing. The guard smiled at the feeling. It was like
feeling part of him dying as well as he held on. Experiencing it. His
biceps flexing, Jolo jostled his sword and wrist. "He's had it." He
unstuck the kid who flopped down for the last time, a growing puddle of
yellow innards, white cum, and mangled belly button flesh under him.
"There, that'll save ya some work."
"Man, I was gonna give him some loving," the guard boy said.
"Hey, try that one over there, he's wounded and a bit more lively," Jolo
pointed with his sword.
"Oh yeah, thanks," The guard moved off, relishing the thought of the downed
boy he saw. This one had half blond hair, long down one side of his face
and half bright red hair down to his ear on the other side. The kid was
moaning and it made the guard hard to think of what he would do with this
one.
Nolo sees Beni and Jolo, "The two cowards," he says loud enough for all to
hear, "I should let Trio finish you both off in the arena..."
Beni frowned, Jolo rolled his eyes. "As if they could," the pair said
together.
"Mop up this mess, the both of you!" Nolo pointed down, his dick flopping
off the last of his cum.
"Just the two of us doing all this?" Jolo asked.
"Just supervise, you big idiot," Nolo flung some cum at Jolo's massive
chest. "Cum!"
"I already have, sire," Yule said, kneeling.
"Not that, come on, to my bed chambers to torture Trio!" Nolo yelled and
pulled Yule up by his left ear.
Jolo shoved a sword into a moaning mass of bodies, both gladiator boys and
his guards, "Allright, let's get to work here, the bodies have to be put to
the dogs..."
Beni looked and shoved a sword into the pile and an audible yelp came
forth, "And use your judgement, anyone too weak or wounded to get up on
their own...well, they is no good as a gladiator, are they?"
"But some..." A lean, older guy came up to Beni, "...will recover,
shouldn't we just help them out?"
Beni smiled and shoved his sword into the guy's breadbasket. The guy bent
and his hands dropped his spear and cringed at his sides. "Let's see, do
you think you're worth it?"
"Oh, you fuck!" He wanted to yell this out but all he could manage was a
muffled gagging. The guy slid into Beni's chest. Beni, for his part, pushed
his bulging muscled frame into the guy and leaned in on him, pelvis tilted
inward and jerking on the guy's lower belly. The guy slid, "Look what
you've done to me...." The kid slid down to Beni's lower chest and upper
abs, drooling, "After surviving a battle like that....you...slayed
me...huh..."
Pushing his dick into the guy's lower belly, bending with the falling slim
body, Beni cam on the guy's lower belly, and then just let the guy drop,
flinging him to one side, "Okay someone get this trash to the dog pits..."
He laughed and flexed his muscles while he put his dick up to his navel and
cleaned the head of white cum, splashing against his chocolate abs, which
are very cut.
Jolo stopped a small slave boy who had a large metal hook, "This is the
part I love...." The boy backed off, looking frightened. Jolo saw a body
on its back and his eye caught that the chest and stomach were still
moving...the guy was alive. He went over to it and dug the hook downward
into the guy's belly button and heaved the body away...
Tarn was long haired, his hair was brown and long, thick in parts and silky
in texture. He was in a large chair, really an old cracked, used and abused
discarded throne chair in the dungeon. He slouched, his right leg hanging
over the arm of the chair's left side, his other leg dangling. He was tall,
a tall male with smooth skin, a large chest, flat belly button on a flat
somewhat muscled but not overly so, belly. His valleys in his stomach and
upper stomach were showing. He had thick muscled legs and calves and now he
was in a bad mood. He was shirtless and wore black leather drop cloths on
his front and backside, held by a skinny rope. He had on black boots which
were pointed at the back and the front toe. Behind him on walls were boys
in various stages of torture and bondage. One was upside down, his legs
spread wide; another was tied in an alcove with a candle on his head,
another was in a hanging metal cage that was just big enough for him to fit
in with a metal point pointing into and nagging at his outtie belly button
(which looked like three mounds ontop of each other almost like a telescope
going into or out of itself). The boy gave up wiggling and let his belly
droop onto the point.
In this, Tarn's dungeon, the torture master Tarn stood up angrily from his
throne seat. "Dank, dark, wet, and smelly!"
A slave boy, holding a tray with knives and other pointed weapons on it,
had big round brown eyes and dyed orange hair. He wore beaded ropes around
his hips, a circular plate over his privates and beads around his ankles. A
skinny beaded rope hung between his butt cheeks. "Sir? That's because this
is a dungeon where, well, where we torture people..."
"Shut up, Ohrang," Tarn said, picking up a small thin knife.
Ohrang, skinny but with wide, bony hips, shrugged and held his place. He
had muscled legs and skinny but filled out arms. His shoulders were wide
apart too but he was shorter than the very tall Tarn. In his hair he wore a
semi circle that held the mass of orange mop down. He also had freckles all
over his smooth orange tanned skin. And a walnut of a belly button. "Yes,
sir."
"You just spoke again!" Tarn yelled.
"Sorry, sir."
"Who's on the agenda for today?"
"That one, sir," Ohrang nodded to a pole. Tarn moved to it.
"Oh yes, Dood," Tarn said, "Captured revolter on the outside...organizer of
resistance on the outside," Tarn spoke into the kid's face. On the pole,
spread eagled, legs wide apart was a skinny short boy, about Ohrang's
size. Dood wore only a long rag between his legs and the ropes on his
ankles. His arms were higher than his shoulders and tied around the pole,
tied at the wrists.
Dood, tired and yet still aware, said, "That's me."
"Oh more arrogance..." Tarn said, "You think you are so important that I
cannot harm you?"
"I've been here 5 days already...." Dood picked his weary head up. His
eyes seemed to come alive now with this verbal sparring, "If you were going
to kill me...."
"I wouldn't have since you obviously still had food in your stomach....and
I didn't want that spilled all over my nice, clean..."
"Clean?" Ohrang muttered.
"...floor," Tarn shot Ohrang a look.
"Well, it hasn't stopped you before..." Ohrang said out loud.
"Ohrang," Tarn said with barely controlled demeanor and walked over to the
kid and put his knife under the tray to Ohrang's nice walnut bellybutton,
"If you talk again, I shall wrap this knife point around your intestines
and tug them out through your big navel." Louder, Tarn said, "UNDERSTAND?!
Uunderstand---AND don't answer with words!"
Ohrang felt that tip in his walnut belly button and went wide eyed. He knew
the time for shutting up was at hand...or at navel. He nodded yes to
Tarn. Tarn took the blade away quickly and Ohrang, for a second, felt he
missed it lingering in his navel entrance. Still, he afforded the time Tarn
spent on Dood to relax. He felt his belly untense and hang out more. Not
fat, he had some meat between his hips.
Dood had a tear drop belly button with a ridge around it like a
paratrooper's parachute. Tarn could feel two thick drops come out of his
penis slit, one more forward and one more back. He tried to ignore them as
they met each other and formed one big line of pre cum. It split ever so
slowly onto his belly. Matted against it.
Hard tits, almost metallic but not, and a purple cloak as his only
wardrobe. Two yellow orbs above. The yellow eyed boy said, "Stop wasting
time. I need energy, Tarn."
"Hivac, do I need to reprimand you as well?" Tarn went over to this boy's
unusual navel, a thick ridge all around, evenly spaced, an upward inward
four part piece of skin-- like the blow hole on a balloon, part outtie,
part innie with mountainous innie bulbs. He stuck the point in but not
hard.
"Oh thank you master," Hivac said, somewhat appreciatively and somewhat
sarcastically. "It feels...so good..."
"Hivac, you may be a demon boy like your putrid brother Demnos above and
like that little traitor whelp the Seer, your other twin..."
Ohrang wanted to tell Tarn they were triplets but he though better of
correcting Tarn when his big ox self was in such a mood.
"We are triplets," Hivac said, "At least we were..."
Good for him, Ohrang thought, tell that long haired cutie off...Ohrang felt
himself up with one hand as he moved to hold the tray with his other one
hand. He liked Tarn and this kid Hivac. Hotness incarnated.
"Hi..." Tarn stuck in deeper and the kid licked his lips and put his hands
around Tarn's bare back, claws sprouting from his fingernails, ready to
scratch in passion. "I am the one in charge here, do you understand?"
"As you say," Hivac's button emerged from his belly button and pushed the
knife back out, "Now continue so that I may get my nourishment from this
Dood person..." Hivac laughed and Tarn could see for the first time Hivac,
in this corner of darkness in the dungeon, had spiked teeth. Tarn could
have sworn Hivac didn't have these before. The thing keeps
changing. "That's right I do," Hivac picked up Tarn's thoughts, "Just do
him, do him now and savor it...as I will..."
Tarn bent to Hivac's button which was now turning purple. He licked it and
it throbbed. Tarn closed his eyes and licked some more. Then he blinked
himself back awake and stood up and quickly jerked himself over to Dood. He
jabbed the knife in slowly. Dood stared at Tarn and his face would not
betray his pain. Tarn put the blade in about one fourth of an inch. Dood
was not sure what Tarn was doing and looked puzzled. Tarn stopped, the
point barely in any flesh. Then Tarn took it out, "You see Hivac, my thing
is this...."
Dood wanted to ask why Tarn stopped but thought better of it. Dood looked
knowingly at Ohrang, who shrugged and continued to jerk himself off under
the tray. Dood nodded.
"This game we are almost playing has as its fools--us," Tarn waved the
blade around after sniffing it, "Ahh, belly button of Dood...nice odor...so
Hivac, perhaps we should..."
"I know what you are thinking," Hivac said, "Without our ---"
"Your..." Tarn smiled widely and licked the blade tip.
"Without my...added power...other forces shall we say that Wiz kid, my
brother the Seer, and maybe even that mystery boy the Boy can probably get
word and maybe even get in here..."
"My very thought..." Tarn raced back to Dood and stuck the knife in,
letting the point go back to the bellybutton spot that he stopped in. It
went in quicker this time and stopped, "Tahhhhhh, there it is. My needed
pace marker..."
Dood looked down, his body stretched by the arms and leaning out, his
stomach tight and sucked in. He gulped and whispered, "Just do it..." As
soon as he said it he was sorry. He hoped Tarn didn't hear it.
Tarn did but ignored it. Slowly, ever so slowly, Tarn inched the knife in
another half inch, this time the point biting in a bit more. Dood felt it
and flexed his muscles. Tarn smiled, "I like it when that..." He bent down
to look more squarely into Dood's tear drop navel, "...happens...tightening
up to resist...it'll do you some good.." He saw Dood's dick flop out of
the rags and saw it wet with three drops, one of which split over and
dribbled down, making a string which bounced back upward until it vanished
onto Dood's bare, lovely leg. "I love it when that happens too! Enjoy!"
Tarn unplugged Dood and spun all around, the knife held out in front of him
as a guide, "Enjoy! You deserve it, for'n you will soon enjoy
nothing...ever! Enjoy your slow death...!" Tarn made as if he was going to
go back to Hivac but instead he plugged the knife back in fast and stopped
again at the spot he stopped before. He dug in slower but this time more
steady. He looked Dood in the eyes. Dood was sweating. He didn't want to
show Tarn his obvious pain but his lip quivered. He gulped.
"You and you...." He called two Thoros muscle men over from the stone
steps which rose upward.
Dood breathed out, "Uhhh, uhhh," he gasped, "I...I like it...more...man,
more man."
The two Thoros muscle men came over to Tarn. "Undo his arms, I want them
free."
The two men did so and watched in wide eyed joy as Tarn finally unstuck
Dood, who put his hands forward to grab his belly but he wracked in pain
and shook forward bodily. He sweated and Tarn put his free hand on Dood's
chest to hold him up against the pole. Dood sucked his stomach in. Tarn
stuck the blade in slower and slower. "An inch and a half...over...that
even."
Dood put his hands on Tarn's arms as if to stop him. This did no good. Tarn
just hit one arm away with his free hand and held it away when it flopped
to come back for the attack. Defense. Tarn slowly put the blade in
again. The kid's dick grew larger and larger and moved out against Tarn's
incoming belly. The two meet slick and hard, smooth and giving. Tight and
tense. Tarn's own dick was growing and growing and raised the drop cloth in
front of him to rub on Dood's dick. Tarn's stuck straight up and met the
lower part of Dood's gushy belly button, which was almost gone totally
inside now. Some flesh hung out of it. "Two inches..."
Dood put his eyes up and gulped and threw his head back, his hair messing
up in the back, "Ohhhhh, it's sooo ohhhh....ick...uggguh..."
Tarn's penis slickened on Dood's head and the kid came all over Tarn's leg
and upper hip, huge loads of pudding whiteness. Tarn held his penis with
his free hand, letting go of Dood's. Dood put this hand on Tarn's bare
back. "It's almost ready to shoot there, Dood..."
Dood didn't hear him as he shot and shot, "OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!" As he
jerked, he jerked his belly onto the formerly cold blade, now warm with his
life fluids. "This is it! I die!" Two inches and a half in.
Tarn squeezed his own balls together just be thinking about it. The cum
load that was ready to burst forth was held right at his tip. Tarn pulled
back his dick and his knife. "Not yet....not this fast!"
Dood shot his last jism jets and gasped, his hands on his own legs now as
he reached down, "Ohyeahohyeahohyeah, me fucking belly feels so empty now,
so good, such living feelings...."
Tarn turned away but then quickly jabbed the knife in as hard as he could,
letting Dood's skin rip and his own dick rip loose the almost hydro powered
blasts of manjuice to spray all over Dood's dick, belly lower area, wound,
upper abs and up his neck and across his jaw and up over his left shoulder
and into his hair. The knife was all the way in. Tarn's wrist was all the
way in soon enough. "FEEL THAT FUCKER!!! FEELLLLLLLLLL!" Tarn jerked his
pelvis into Dood who's body was squashed by Tarn's larger bulk...squashed
against the pole, back to it. The two Thoros warriors shot their loads,
swordfighting with their dicks. Ohrang almost dropped the tray and as he
bent, came up, bent, came up and almost tilted it over. Hivac was laughing
and his purple cum rained over Ohrang's bare, sweaty slick back. Ohrang
tilted his head back.
Ohrang said, "Shit! Oh yeah, that is so IT!"
Dood's head bent down, "Keep it in there, keepitinthere! Keepah..."
Tarn dug in and felt pole behind the knife. He gouged and twisted, so much
so that the knife was turned all the way around. "Oh I wish I could,
beautiful boy! DIE IN FULL PAIN!"
"I ...I want...I want.....tahhhhhhhhhhhh." He huffed a few more last
breaths and hung forward. His hair hung forward, his arms dropped, his hand
slid sexually off of Tarn's muscled back to his obliques and fell off,
sweat, cum...with it. His other hand was at his side.
Tarn unstuck Dood for the last time but wanted to put it in again. He
looked at the Thoros warriors. He moved to one of them and stabbed the
biggest one in the gut fast in and out. The warrior man fell without a
sound. It was too quick. Tarn was still cumming. His dick spun. When it
stopped, he turned to the tray Ohrang held. "Now..." He heaved his chest
to a standstill from catching his breath. "To this one..." Tarn turned to
a stone wall divider in the room where a hunky blond haired blue armed buff
21 year old was chained. The hunk looked at him. The blond smiled. "I need
some weapons...." Tarn reached for the tray and Ohrang almost dropped
it. "You stupid oaf...." Tarn snapped. The other Thoros watched his pal
die gripping his belly button, which was mashed inside him. Cum. More cum
from both Thoros. Tarn moved over to him and stabbed him and left the knife
in him. This Thoros sunk too. Tarn reached under the tray to hold it with
one hand while he reached for a new knife. He picked one up but when his
other hand came back from under the tray, he snapped, "Ohrang!" For this
hand was alive with thick jelly cum of Ohrang, an almost orange color. Tarn
snapped, "Ohrang!" He snapped it off his hand. Tarn ripped off the rags
hanging between the hunk's legs and a large veined, thick tumescent penis
dangled out. "Oh, yeah, this is a good day after all, fuck revolts and fuck
rebels and torturing....Trio..."
In Nolo's throne bed room, Aoi, Pare, and Sole, in that order were tied to
large web like strands of metal, set up by Java and five Thoros
warriors. Once the Trio were chained up on the web metal stands, each of
them spread out via arms and legs and stretched on the webs as far as they
could be, the snake vanished. A laugh came from the corner of the bed room
but Demnos was no place to be seen, with the exception of faint red eyes in
the darkest corner. Trio's bellies were stretched tight up and down.
Nolo went over to Pare and Sole, who were set up next to each other. In his
hands were two red knives, slightly curved. He plunged both of them into
Pare and Sole's bellies. Aoi yelled, "Nolo!!!" The hilts of the knives
found skin as the knives were all the way in. Yule was wide eyed and also
mouthed the word NO. Aoi yelled, "Nolo!"
"Feel the pain of death!" Nolo yelped as his own penis was slick and
pressed up against his bare belly button....
TO BE CONTINUED....